Slaving at home when your spouse plays golf

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Senior Golf

“Must you go off and play that wretched game again, darling? Leaving me here, alone and sad, to slave over the microwave oven?”

“Yes, I must, I have promised to make up a four.”

“Have you no regards for our marriage? Mother did warn me about golfers, but I never thought it could be like this.”

“You are being very selfish. I must keep fit. And in any case the Club Trophy is next month and I am very out of practice.”

“One day you will return to find me gone, the house empty, the children on the streets.”

“Yes, well I must be going now. If we don’t get off by two, it gets very crowded. I’ll be back in time for supper.”

And off she goes to the club, and he returns to the kitchen.

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